but being back to work seems quite surreal. Best known as the older brother of current Florida .
I'd always distrusted it as a condiment, not like ketchup. Then I took some tissue stuff and tried to make some sort of rigged stamp pad. I was who I used to be.
Then we had to report to the flag pole because free time was over and it was time for some structured activity.
, for the Badger football game, and although no one will provide details of the incident in .
Not getting religion, of course, but goodies at a rummage sale.
but being back to work seems quite surreal.
He'd gotten into a nest of bunnies whose mum had unwisely placed her nest against the wall of the garage. Each day at camp we would get an hour to do what ever we wanted, and Lindsay and I chose to canoe. I took my oar and pushed his shirt off the end of his kayak.
Not getting religion, of course, but goodies at a rummage sale.
It is my obligation as a female on the Interweb, so I'm going to ride this getting older deal like a pony. Oh, and happy birthday to his dad.
right behind my jaw sort of.
Best known as the older brother of current Florida . I don't understand why they couldn't just have a bottle of mustard for each table and refill the bottle with their crappy camp-grade mustard.
I took my oar and pushed his shirt off the end of his kayak.
I was even able to become friends with one of my bunk mates, a girl named Lindsay.
ketchup, mustard, mayo.
Wales and the Republic were in the ascendancy. He'd gotten into a nest of bunnies whose mum had unwisely placed her nest against the wall of the garage.
Then we had to report to the flag pole because free time was over and it was time for some structured activity.
Each day at camp we would get an hour to do what ever we wanted, and Lindsay and I chose to canoe. I have two more camp stories I plan on telling before the week closes, and a long needed contest update, but as per usual I've been distracted by other tasks. I was taking this big bowl of mustard back into the kitchen, the last thing that needed to be cleaned up, and I dropped it.
It has gone the other way. I have two more camp stories I plan on telling before the week closes, and a long needed contest update, but as per usual I've been distracted by other tasks.
I am going to try to embrace the whole idea of whoring the fact it's my birthday and see where it gets me. I am going to try to embrace the whole idea of whoring the fact it's my birthday and see where it gets me. As an addendum to previous post, I must brag that Lindsay and I won a canoe race a few days later. I took my oar and pushed his shirt off the end of his kayak.
Now with out further explanation, I must stop my eyeballs from bleeding by getting away from the computer as fast as possible.
Something to distract you! It is my obligation as a female on the Interweb, so I'm going to ride this getting older deal like a pony.